please send me a good poetry based on student &teacher.hurry up.?

Answer 1

PADTE PADTE
FAT JAYE BASTE
COPIYA YU HI BHARTI RAHAY
"0" MILAY YA "1"
BADLAYNGY NA HUM
TEACHER CHAHAY BADALTE RAHAY

STUDENT IN PROSE: "gaye hamari mata hai hamko kuch nahi aata hai"
TEACHER IN PROSE: " bail hamara bap hai number dena paap hai"

Answer 2

Langston Hughes, "Theme for English B"

The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?

Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white--
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--
although you're older--and white--
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.

Answer 3

wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page

PADTE PADTE
FAT JAYE BASTE
COPIYA YU HI BHARTI RAHAY
"0" MILAY YA "1"
BADLAYNGY NA HUM
TEACHER CHAHAY BADALTE RAHAY

Answer 4

Love is available in all sizes.... your friends may assist you.... And comprehend your creativity for thinking outdoors the container.... they are going to be there once you like a shoulder to lean on.... Or a brilliant super hug.... a real buddy takes pastime in understanding what you're all approximately.... They see previous the black and white to discover your real colors.... And settle for you in basic terms the way you're... even once you in basic terms awaken in the morning So make your guy or woman style of song.... save on with your coronary heart anyplace it takes you.... And whilst somebody reaches out to you, don't be afraid to love them decrease back.... a real buddy is a constructive present that may not be in a position to be bought be bought or bought who's fee is a lot extra effective than a mountain created from gold

Answer 5

hurry up?
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